If you could read my mind what a tale my thoughts would tell;
Just like an old time movie about a ghost from a wishing well,
In a castle dark, or a fortress strong with chains upon my feet
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free, as long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.
When you reach the part where the hero comes,
The hero would be me, but heros often fail.
I'd walk away, like a movie star who gets burned in a three way script,
Enter, number two.
A movie queen to play the scene of bringing all the good things out in me,
But for now love, lets be real.


Such a busy day! It seems like all I do all day is sort out people's problems. And no sooner have I finished with one thing then it's straight into the next. And it's taking all my minimal diplomacy skills to pull this all together.

Still plagued by constant headaches. Swallowing nurofen like it's lollies. Would KILL to get my hands on some codeine, but not allowed. Too addictive.